In the car on the way back I explained how I was unhappy earlier this year
because I was in a job I hated and I did not know how to escape or where to run
to. I mentioned that I'd had a dream in which I'd learnt that I was not trapped
in the present but could "create doors and walk through them."

I was thinking about dreams this morning. (This is because of the latest
phase of psychic reconstruction work). I realised that I have three different
types of dreams.

1.HOUSEKEEPING - These are the most common type of dream and the least
memorable. These serve to keep the contents of the mind in order and to fit new
contents into an appropriate space. They help to minimise emotional disorder
by, eventually, putting things into perspective.

2.DIAGNOSTIC/ILLUSTRATIVE - These are rarer dreams...They are heavily
coded messages from the deep subconscious. They show things as they are, and
are often richly coloured and structurally complex....

3.PROPHETIC - These are rarer still. These are basically time-
displacement dreams in which I may relive a past event (e.g. my emotions at the
age of eight) or may experience something that happens to me in the future (e.g.
déjà-vu).

I was in the midst of a green field, but suddenly became encased in metal -
like a diving-bell with a small round window in front of me.

The bell began to spin faster and faster. I felt like I was being torn
apart. The light outside grew dimmer and dimmer and gradually reflections
became visible in the glass.

I saw a small number of people seated in a railway compartment. They are
strangely distorted and are dressed in 1920ish clothes.

I am unsure how many people there are in the carriage. There may be two or
three on my left, as I look into the carriage compartment (they may not be
evolved to completion), and I think two on my right. The one seated next to the
window on the right is the only one with blonde curly hair. It must be
Miranda.

The light is still growing dimmer.

Suddenly I become aware of someone outside the window looking in. Isolated.
Trapped behind glass. No-one inside is aware of him, except perhaps Miranda. The
figure is a small child.

Jungian psychology is very simplistic. In reality our mindspace contains
many 'selves' - the ego, agents such as shadow and anima (you can think of them
as being analogous to "software agents"), semi-animated personas (you can think
of them as "robots" - inactive most of the time, but which we can operate when
we need to), partially deconstructed former-selves (including the child you once
were), constructs (psychological inventions, characters), and outsiders (which
includes, dare-I-use-the-term, our resident "demons".)